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8 | Ill

I woke up to the sound of my stomach growling. My eyes popped open and my head was beating. I massaged my temples.

Don't we have a test today? Ugh, I'm so nervous. I think I can feel my heart in my throat...wait maybe that isn't my heart.

My throat was burning up and I felt something move up my esophagus. I think you know what happened next. Yep, I threw up. Everywhere.

"Mom~..." I croaked.

I waited for a moment.

"Mom!" I screeched again.

"Yeah?"

"I puked everywhere!"

"What?!"

"I puked everywhere!"

"Oh come on, I was about to leave!"

Thanks mommy...

"I'll be fine, I can clean myself up."

"Ah, I'm going to leave and I'll call Grammy or someone."

"Okay.." I croaked.

"Hope you feel better darling!"

"Thanks..."

I sighed, as I heard the front door shut.

I laid in my filthy, soaked bed for a while because I felt if I got up, my head would explode.

Well I'm not going to get any better if I just lay here...

I sat up on my bed, feeling the liquid on my comforter shift.

Ulg!

I covered my mouth, took a deep breath, and swallowed.

Didn't puke...good.

I attempted to stand up without spilling anything, but things didn't go as planned. I looked down at my button-up pajama shirt which was stained brownish liquid.

Dammit! This is one of my favorite pajama outfits...it has cute little frogs on it!

I don't know if it's me, but I am obsessed with wearing matching pajamas. I especially love button-up shirts and stretchy pants.

I should probably change especially if mom is sending someone over here.

I went to my wardrobe and pulled out another pajama outfit with polar bears with hats and scarves on. I started to unbutton my top. But I heard someone cough behind me.

Why is he here?!

"Calvin?!" I screamed, while trying to cover up the partial cleavage that I was showing.

"Woah, sorry." he said, chuckling afterwards.

"Why are you here?!" I screeched while turning around to button up my shirt again.

"Your mom called and said you threw up everywhere."

"Oh..she said she was calling Grammy!"

"Well she called me and said she was in a hurry and to come over quickly."

"Okay, well I'm fine. You can go home now."

"No way, I'm your personal helper for the day."

I sighed.

"Well if you want to help me, get out and let me change!"

"Alright, alright." he said, while I shoved him out my door.

I changed into my polar bear PJs and to my door.

I feel nauseous. 

My walking pace decreased rapidly and my eyes fluttered closed. I felt myself fall and hit my arm on the door.